While Matt was busy with the movers, I was on a mission to custom design a new sectional couch, that would fit into a small nook in our living room. The store is ordering the fabric tomorrow morning, and if all the stars are aligned, we should receive it late Saturday afternoon. Matt says he'll believe it when he sees it.
I returned home only to find that our house was besieged with boxes. Boxes were in every single room, piled chest high. It took us over an hour to find the sheets to put on the girls beds, and after 3 hours, we still haven't found their pillows. This is due in most part by the packers creative labeling. Who would have thought that the Hebrew word for towels and pillows was "rocking chair"?
Our priority tonight was to set up our bed. Our little 50 square foot slice of heaven! We finally stumbled upon a set of flannel sheets to put on the bed, though they may be a tad warm for India.
The movers are returning tomorrow to help unpack and remove the boxes and packing material. Hopefully by the end of the weekend we'll have some semblance of normalcy. With a bit of luck, we may have even managed to locate the girls pillows.
The 1st Truck .... Boxes in the Kitchen